Gash nodded silently as the action unfolded violently before him. The enemy ESD floated, defensless, in space, falling slowly towards the planet of Muunilist. It was a fascinating thing to watch... it's bridge severed, portions of it's gun severed, hovering majestically above it in space. Floating away slowly... probably to be caught in the gravity of the planet over which it moved, to burn up in the atmosphere. A commlink beeped somewhere on the silent bridge, and the comm officer nodded silently to Gash.

The Jedi Outcast returned the nod.

'Admiral Jiren?'

"Yes."

'Xylon Hexyra informs you that the laser is once again charged. Once the forth shot is fired, the fleet will be moving out.'

"Understood. Tell him to get targetting, and I'll clear our way. Jiren out."

Gash turned, glancing at the rear-view flatscreen. It seemed that the enemy forces had arrived just a second too late... quite a shame. A number of enemy starfighters rushed towards their own, and it seemed for a moment as if the NR fighters broke formation. Gash glanced around the bridge, his men on edge, ready for orders.

"Alright, people, haul this ship around. I want all of Division two on us, as well as division three. Put us on outbound vector... 124,113,12. That should point us just relative-below the enemy fleet... plot a hyperspace jump out of system on that vector. I want us moving fast.

"Order all fighters to fire off one torpedo indescriminently towards the enemy forces, to deter any chase, and get them back on board their base ship."

With a weak grinding sound, the Vlyx cruiser turned away from the floundering enemy ESD, and pointed on a course downwards from the enemy fleet. Looking out left and right viewports, Gash ensured that the forces were all in position before continuing to give orders. They were.

Before Gash could speak, a great green light filled the bridge for a moment. The Jenova had fired her fourth and final shot into the enemy Eclipse.

'Sir, Jenova reports a direct hit. It appears they have hit the enemy ESD's reactor core... she's detonating, sir.'

A great whoop of victory filled the bridge, quieted by a wave of Gash's hand.

"We'll celebrate at Corellia. Request Xylon to move into formation behind us. Have all gunners lay down a volley of fire to cover our tracks. Captain, is that course laid in?"

'Yes, sir.'

"Good. Transmit the co-ordinates to all vessels... fighters should be on board now."

Lances of green and red light began to link the NR and TNO ships, as the gunners laid down that requested cover fire. Shields on a few of the enemy ships shrank, and one Victory Class Star Destroyer lost all shields. A few damage reports flowed in from the fleet- nothing serious.

'Sir, Xylon has accepted the co-ordinates, and given the jump order. All ships on course.'

"Excellent. Let's get out of here."

Two seconds later, with a flash of white light and a blur of passing grey ships, the New Republic fleet lept into hyperspace towards the target laid in, leaving no trace of their presence but for the ravaged shipyard and the shrapnel remains of the ESD. Even as they left, the bridge of the mighty ship hit the planet's atmosphere, plunging into it and being partially destroyed immediately.

“All destroyers have a go signal! Proceed to vector points in the center of that formation.”

Nervous chatter and busy exercises ensued all activity aboard the <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Blaze of Glory<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->. Gunnery department had capacitors charged for stationery turbo laser and ion cannon batteries the destroyers boasted. Warheads of detonite and boron material were stocked in flooded through ballistics tubes. Systems designed to augment targeting actuators and pinpoint maneuvering jettison control modules were active in duty.

Four massive Imperial class destroyers veered from the far side of Muunilinst’ moon, as the Blaze was left behind to act as vigilante for the massive Eclipse class destroyer that was docked in the lone construction facilities. As Cronus had earlier predicted , this was indeed the New Republic’s target, and for the time being, the New Order forces had played into their hand. But only for the moment.

The looming opposing forces were winged into a defensive formation that spread over sixty kilometers apart, in a bent horseshoe shaped design. This indeed acted as a closure net to any counter forces that braved the perimeter. However, certain flaws acted in the tactic allowed for split second maneuvers for vectoring craft to slip into the formation.

The unfortunate distance closed between the Muunilinst’ impending target, and their attackers. He had in fact, been correct in his assumption of the New Republic’s chief target during this campaign having been directed towards the Eclipse class destroyer been constructed in the dry docks. However, he would attain resourceful means of recompense for their actions.

Stealing a brief glance at the BAC hologram. He considered his options, and prepared the remaining task force for a maneuver.

“Helm, bring the remnant fleet to sub light four point six, loose escort class bravo formation. Bring our Victory destroyers to bear upon our bow.”

Cronus sighed in a dramatic pause, followed by procedure orders given by Khurgee in reaction to Adalric’s petition.

“Relay, have our Victory destroyer task force form up according to escort class bravo formation, launch IRD and Defender squadrons ASAP.”

Upon hearing Khurgee’s voiced statement, Cronus patched in a direct link from the Tactical Command Console to the squadron’s secure communications frequency, issuing a further petition.

“Squadron’s assigned, take up picket cover for any intrusion’s upon your native port, detach 1/4th of your commission to guard duty of the <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Blaze<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->. Commander out.”

“Sir! Priority signal! New Order’s High Admiral Hyfe! 2nd Division has arrived!”

Cronus removed the tactical headset for direct communications with his squadrons, to turn towards a relieved and hopeful face of Relay department technician.

“Audio and Video display on BAC.”

“Aye sir.”

The image of the battle field around Muunilinst shifted to a zoomed out perspective, revealing High Admiral Hyfe’s detachment vectoring into Muunilinst space traffic, enclosing the NR & TSC strike force from their starboard vector.

“Relay, patch me a direct frequency to the High Admiral’s BAC unit, secure line. Audio only.”

A seemingly vigilant and moral crew patched in the transmission needed within seconds, as Adalric addressed the competent officer.

“Glad you could join the fray High Admiral. Give those bastards hell on their starboard vector, and draw fire away from my task force. I’ll do the same to their port vector, and we may be able to split their formation, allowing our other divisions to drive a wedge towards the <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Jenova<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->. Commander out.”

<!--EZCODE BOLD START--> Meanwhile<!--EZCODE BOLD END-->

A barrage of energy began to hail upon the New Republic task force. Seconds after Cronus and Hyfe had placed their forces in the entrapment position, the opposition lurched into hyperspace. It seems, Cronus thought dearly, that New Republic had won. Tis was a pitful disgrace indeed. The battlge groups demobilized and reformed in a defensive blockade around Muunilinst, preparing for further petitions.

Davin Halcyon was in no mood for political ambition. Davin Halcyon certainly was not amidst upon hearing Chadd Fearsons request for political tyranny over the traitorous mutiny scum. Davin Halcyon simply and only felt relaxed and a measure of ease only when in the midst of an atmosphere which thrived on tension, strife, and animosity.

He was in waste facilities, relieving himself, a need, which he had put off for quite some time now. No matter, it was a small amount of freedom and privacy that he still seemed to retain, even amidst the anarchy that ensued the core of all government. Satisfied, he tucked his belongings in his garments, and headed for the Despyrean command center.

Busy body paper pushing aids scurried about the dimly lit corridors of the extravagant complex, each either coming to or going from the neural network of the complex brain center. Intelligence and national security agencies from abroad conducted their affairs here, in the brain center of the Rouge Empire’s most classified military construct.

As he approached vaulted doors, Davin sped through several security procedures; retinal scans, voice prints, mandible prints, code clearances. Magnetic seals unleashed the doors from their ports, opening to vast columns of computing consoles.

An aid noticed the arrival of the ranking officer, and snatched a data readout from a printing fax, hurrying towards Davin.

“Senior Admiral, a report from his excellency.”

Halcyon sighed in contempt, hoping in vigorous stamina that this was not another ridiculous notice or pleading for his company at another political occasion. Halcyon had disgust for mere politics, and he did not wish to be caught in the jibber jabber of self-proclaimed higher society.

Davin took the data readout hesitantly, and overlooked the contents. His eyes glared in anticipation, but roughly changed to glee.

<!--EZCODE UNDERLINE START-->From the Department of Military Intelligence<!--EZCODE UNDERLINE END-->

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> New Order forces at Muunilinst system are under siege by New Republic authorities. Transmission for aid has been received.

-STOP-

Senior Admiral Davin Halcyon to be assigned to aid relief force to depart from Despyrean space en route to Muunilinst ASAP.

-STOP-

Commands assigned to relief detachment: Despyre Fleet – Second Imperial Fleet

-STOP-

Waste Contents<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

His face lifted from the form in a state of enlightenment. He felt an aura of an old presence, and old feeling from his younger days… the anticipation of battle. He felt years younger, he belt invigorated, and willing to get under way.

Lifting his coat pockets, he removed a portable lighter, and placed the butt of the lighter underneath the data readout. Striking a stud, the paper vanished neatly into a small flare of flame, glowing in radiance.

Davin Halcyon left with the relief aid soon thereafter, headed into an atmosphere he knew only to intimately.

<!--EZCODE BOLD START--> Thereafter<!--EZCODE BOLD END-->

“All ships proceed to def con grade alert, battle station’s everyone!”

Multiple varieties of wedged shaped and sleek running craft exited hyperspace en route to Muunilinst system, to hell.

Imperial Second Fleet and the Despyre Fleet platforms had not come out on the desired vector, but instead had been precariously jerked from hyperspace by gravity well projectors. Out on the view ports, Davin stared at an ensuing battle between opposing forces.

Scanning reports from Relay department had clarified a battle group under the jurisdiction of a military subordinate of the highly esteemed New Order, approaching an extensive enemy task force from their port side, while on their starboard vector, another battle group under the command of High Admiral Hyfe was approaching the New Republic battalion.

“Open a tactical frequency to the taskforce.”

Davin Halcyon’s shimmering red brown hair seemed to glaze under the tension of battle. He was perspiration from the high pressure’s of battle, and as beginning to feel the longed for fatigues that presented themselves with the fight. Standing at the bridge, his face mirrored off the Strategic Command Grid, a highly developed sensory projector that relayed the battlefield into a highly resourceful hologram.

The hologram projected a sizeable taskforce that had ensued an Eclipse class destroyer under construction in drive yards, or what seemed to be an extensive part left of it. With the two allied battalions on either side of the New Republic forces, Davin’s task force had effectively trapped the opposing craft from their last avenue of retreat, putting the enemie’s backs against the Muunilinst system.

What caught his attention however was the enemy Eclipse class destroyer in the center of the formation. His instincts persued an avenue of survival, meaning to destroy that superweapon. If the two allied battalions could draw off enemy forces from either side, Davin could most certainly use the bulk of his forces to put that craft permanantly out of commission.

And with the gravity well generators powered up and ready to be activated, the notion most certainly would keep the oppostion at bay.

Clearing his throat, he mustered all the regal Imperial dignity that could be accorded to himself after thirty-four years of service in the Empire, and issued his petitions.

“All assigned vessels, concentrate all disabling firepower upon that enemy Eclipse class craft, tight attack pattern gamma. Launch squadron divisions, engage all enemy fighter craft, and proceed to disable that enemy Eclipse class destoyer.”

He turned from the Strategic Command Grid, and motioned to Helm and Relay department.

“Helm, bring the Fleets to sub light five point six, raise shields, maximum power input to ion batteries. Relay, open broadcast to pickets, raise grav generators."

As the issue was given forth in due efficiency, the New Republic battalion leapt forth to a pre hyperspace route. <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> The gravity well generators...<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

"Relay! Report immediatly! Were they able to safely vector out?"

Before his question could be answered, a flash of light caught his eye. Staring out the aft viewports, a smile ensued his features.

The pride of the Empire was wounded.... terribly so. So quick was the strike, so calculated ...so .. dastardly that..


<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> ..a lot of Imperial Officers would die before the day was over<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->, thought Marsol Brayden, Imperial Master Engineer in a very brief state of calm as the storm raged all around.


*


The morning had come peacefully enough: big breakfast with his family, the shuttle trip up from his respectable home on Muunilist to the yard...


..yes, it seemed like your ordinary day.


and yet, it wasn't.


For today <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> she<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> would launch. Still unchristened, the mighty Eclipse Star Destroyer radiated the Empire's unrelenting pursuit of perfection, glory, and order.


*

The system proximity alarms were the first to sound the warning, the first inclination that things was amiss. <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Something<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> was happening and the Acting Captain Harris called for the ship's moorings to be uncoupled.

However, the proximity alert came too little too late. The Rebel fleet that had been massing microjumped near Muunilist and brutally attacked.

No warning...


No prisoners...


For you see, Sentinel Fleet was still on mobilization alert with tensions running high. Brayden remembered seeing some reports that the Empire was being blamed for an unconfirmed terrorist attack on a Republic... a <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> rebel<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> planet.

*

"Even a young welp of a Hutt knows that the Empire does not stoop to simple terrorism," Marsol had very heatedly told his wife.

"I know dear." was all she said to his rantings..

But, even a welp, it seems, has more intelligence than the Rebel High Command.

*

The formal launching of the ESD in the evening was going to be a planet-wide event and soon Brayden noted the congestion of hundreds of transports, civilian craft and pleasure liners all flooding the area to catch a glimpse of the Empire's newest prize.

The Imperial Military Command was to have attended with the Regent <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> himself<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> giving the opening words...though some said it may just have been a rumor.

All in all, Imperial military presence was overwhelmed by the local political element's efforts to make an extravagant show that none would forget.


*

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> At least, in that, they won't forget!<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->, he sardonically mused.


Marsol grabbed onto a consol as scanners showed civilians getting blown to bits left and right. The Rebel's didn't seem to care focussing on their obsession. They didn't stop to investigate the system...hell, their intelligence was seriously lacking for they came in guns blazing...and came in swarming around their own ESD.


<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Thank the Emperor that the moorings were cleared!<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->


The Captain had quickly called for a power increase throughout the ship and Brayden called his team to action. The mighty engines roared to life and the ignition of thrust moved the vessel forward a bit.

The movement must have surprised some officer on the Rebel flagship for they immediately fired to take out the main gun.


<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> The weapon was not charging...the damage could have been much..much worse..<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->


Marsol felt the gargantuan ship shudder as the gun was taken offline and the bridge started a reverse coarse.

It was no suprise what the attackers wanted and as the ship reversed it's coarse, the ESD's Master Engineer gave a shout as scanning elements showed Imperial reinforcements arriving.

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Moff Cronus and his Imperial Syndicate cronies...<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

Brayden barked back a short laugh content to find <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> anyone<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> not taking shots at him.

He knew that he was in the middle of people wanting to murder him. It was time to think about damage control and acting quickly to the sudden suprises that happen in war. So he took his Engineer corps to the auxilary control deck, had all damage control teams readily available and called for the Night Watch to report to the Auxilary Control.

It was a painful duty, but Imperial Procedure nonetheless.

"Just in case... " he murmured.

His direct command of the Engineering department consisted of thousands (especially on an Eclipse Class Star Destroyer).


People were running every which way to man their battlestations as klaxons reverberated throughout the ship.


But the massive vessel could <!--EZCODE BOLD START--> not<!--EZCODE BOLD END--> fire as long as they were in the shipyard.


"Blow the rear perimeter!!" howled the Captain, in a transmission to the Yard Operators that Auxilary Control monitored.

The rear supports of the yard blew outward clearing an aft vector for them. The only spot that wasn't surrounded by enemy fire.

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> yet..<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

Soon the ESD was backing further out, sliding at a downward 30° angle, backing toward Muunilist.


Perhaps the reinforcements could hold the massive attacking fleet at bay for a few more...


Suddenly, the ship lurched violently to one side as another massive blast lanced forth, penetrating a part of the shipyard latticework sheering off the ESD Bridge Module.

Stations exploded all around as Brayden picked himself up off the floor and shouted for manual system override as the vessel began to list.. badly.

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> ..like the <!--EZCODE BOLD START--> Executor<!--EZCODE BOLD END--> at Endor..<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->


Brayden pushed the negative assessment aside, momentarily glad for his crack department on top of the energy spikes.

Unlike, Vader's ship, they had top notch people still aboard doing the finishing touches. If some other crew were merely trained to operate it and aboard, their ESD would probably be in worse straits (if such a thing were imaginable). As it was, every one of his team knew her every crevice, her every inch of paneling, every conduit, circuit and then some.

The effects were still felt, but auxilary control struggled for better control.

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> The old Admiral of <!--EZCODE BOLD START--> Executor<!--EZCODE BOLD END--> probably never let anyone into his Auxilary Control for fear of taking control of the ship! Paranoid they were, under Vader's watchful eye.<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->


"That yard took most of the blast... but we're hurt.. bad..." his Exec. said, over a staticy communication line that brought the Master Engineer back to the present.

"All systems to bridge down!" another relayed, overriding his signal...and Brayden, in the few seconds he had pieced together the events.

"The bridge is out!" he roared, making a decision. "Forget it and cut off all nonessential power and make sure the @#%$ Auxilary Control routers stay online!"

He could feel that the hull had been compromised badly ...and yet he also knew that the ship had cleared the 40km shipyard since the list didn't cause the ESD to hit it.


With the BAC holographic projection flickering off and on, it was hard to get an acurate reading. But Marsol knew the relative position of the enemy, the position of the shipyard since they cleared it), his vessel (angling backard toward Muunilist) and he obviously knew where the planet was.


<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> The damned Rebels are relentless!!<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> his mind shouted in frustration.


"We're doomed!!" wailed a junior officer, cracking under the stress as overhead conduits ruptured.


Brayden almost let emotion choke him as well... Damned hard not too, with things so bleak.


<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Cronus is outmanned and outgunned...<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->


Suddenly, the BAC projection flickered on and the nearest engineer shouted that more reinforcements had arrived. The Empire had not abandoned them!!


"It's.. it's the <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Earl Jaw<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->!!! That's Admiral Hyfe's flagship!".. Marsol Brayden let out a sweaty grin as cheers rang out through the battered engineering deck as the screen flickered off again.

"Angle port side up 10° and let's use her listing to our advantage!!!" he rasped out with renewed strength.

Every ounce of energy the massive engines could produce went to thrust and stablizers. Shields were a minor concern. Weapons were a dream.


Even as the order was called out, a 3rd blast from the Rebel ESD <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Jenova<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> struck the shipyard Marsol had called home for the past year.


"The yard will be falling apart soon..." a comm officer called out, clearly stressed beyond measure.


"Focus on our reverse course." Marsol called out softly, yet firmly.


The ESD was slowly backing away from the action and the dying shipyard. Their orbit was low and their systems were failing, especially with the bridge floating at a different angle.

The curve of the planet aided somewhat and Muunilist's second shipyard's orbit was coming up.


"Pass us under the shipyard coming up.. " Marsol ordered, calling out the shipyard's orbit vector from memory. "Keep as many objects between us and that damned Rebel ESD as possible. With any luck, the fleet will know what we are trying to do..."


<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> or so he hoped...<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->



..and then the BAC came online once more, and he gasped out.


The pride of the Empire was wounded.... terribly so. So quick was the strike, so calculated ...so .. dastardly that..


<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> ...they won't stop until we are dead.<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->


and..

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> ..a lot of Imperial Officers would die before the day was over<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->, thought Marsol Brayden, Imperial Master Engineer in a very brief state of calm as the storm raged all around...


..vectored in on him...now.




The second shipyard was not as close as he thought. The ESD was not moving as fast as he'd like... and he was out in the open, against the backdrop of Muunilist..


.Moneyland.


"Second Shipyard in five minutes....The Rebels... they .. they're moving!"


<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Not much time...<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->


"Dump our weapons stores.. Dump EVERYTHING!! Release all our escape pods.. let them drift!!" he quickly ordered.

An officer started to question when the Master Engineer yelled, "DO IT!"


<!--EZCODE BOLD START--> The enemy Vlyx Cruiser had started to change position..<!--EZCODE BOLD END-->


Black dots began to litter the space around the ESD that seemed to simply float in space. In the distance, it was hard to see that it was indeed moving...albeit slowly.

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> They are going to finish us!<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->


Brayden's eyes scanned his brain for something else...

"VENT ALL EXPLOSIVE GASSES... NOW!!"

The crew jumped to his command, one crewman slipping and breaking his arm.

The darkness as the night side of Muunilist was coming around suddenly lit up around the damaged ESD in reddish orange and bluish hues.


<!--EZCODE BOLD START--> The enemy cruiser had plotted it's course..<!--EZCODE BOLD END-->


<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Not enough!!<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> his mind screamed silently. <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Quickly!! Quickly!! MOVE OLD MAN, MOVE!!!<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->


"Prepare to blow all port side loading bays, airlocks...anything with any connection to space...!"


"Sir!" came his Exec. running into Auxilary Control. Thinking he knew what Brayden was doing, "It won't alter our position to any degree as long as our engines are under thrust!"

Master Engineer Marsol Brayden stepped over, put a hand on his Exec's shoulder and smiled.


"Engineer Levinson! Prepare to eject the reactor core on my mark!"


"MARK!!!!"


"Blow port side!!!"




<!--EZCODE BOLD START--> The enemy vessels were aligned.... the <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Jenova<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> fired..<!--EZCODE BOLD END-->


"Incoming!" the Exec yelled...


"Honey... I tried..." Brayden whispered as the ship shut down...the last bit of power bleeding off the blowing of the port side...



******
******



The <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Victory<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> hurled out of hyperspace in time to see the <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Jenova's<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> final shot.


"NO!!" General Simon Kaine shouted as he lept off his command chair, as if somehow he could pluck the Rebel ships from space...


The Imperial ESD was no longer visible against the backdrop of Muunilist's shadow.


"My God... that looked like a direct hit." Captain Chandler softly spoke as the bridge crew watched multiple smaller flashes appear in the path and near the laser blast.


A bright flash occurred...


"The reactor core just exploded. Damn that shot must have pierced the heart.", someone lamented.

And suddenly many, many smaller flashes occured...like a chain reaction..and the bluish, marron haze disappeared.


"Looks like she's detonated."


Before Kaine could utter severe curses at the Rebels and bring his guns to bear in hatred, the enemy fleet, as quickly as it came...left.



"Pursue, General?"


Kaine was tempted.... beyond measure, oh he was.

"No." he said, with icy calm. "Let's tend to our wounded."


The <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Victory<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> moved closer to Muunilist, noting the collapsed shipyard crumbling pieces drifting toward the planet.


"Bridge module on a direct course for the Muunilist's atmosphere. Should we?"


"Leave it.." murmured Kaine.


The <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Victory's<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> bow pierced the floating mass of debris bits that glittered as they floated into the sunlight horizon that divided the "day" side and "night" side of the planet.



Finally, someone tore their eyes from the windows at the debris and toward the scanner consol. The officer's eyes went wide and he let out a yell.


Kaine turned in sharp displeasure, ready to reprimand the officer when his eyes too fell onto the holographic scanner.

"Hold position. External lights! Off the bow, about a thousand kilometers!"


and there, beyond all expectation, slowly rotating,


<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> she<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> was..



Kaine's eyes misted a bit and he turned sharply to Ciscero, standing nearby. "I want Intelligence on this immediately. The Eclipse died. Remember that. It's survival is classified at the highest level..that being, the highest levels are not told. Until we find the mole that betrayed us the first time."

The Imperial Intelligence officer nodded in understanding.

"Captain. Get Admiral Hyfe and Moff Cronus on tight encryption and get them over here. Activate our tractor beams to hold it's position and when they get here, we need to tow it to someplace safe..."

"Cicsero... find us that safe place.."

"Yes sir." he simply replied quietly.




<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> >>ENCRYPTION ENCODING: CLASSIFICATION - ULTRA
>>TO: GNRL KAINE, ACTING PROJECT HEAD: REVIVAL
>> cc: GRND ADMRL ZELL, HGH ADMRL HYFE, MFF CRONUS
>>RE: FINDINGS


>>>>SECONDARY ENCRYPTION STATUS: ACTIVE


>>FRM: ADVOCATE GENERAL - ENGINEERING DIVISION


IT IS OUR DETERMINATION THAT THE VESSEL IN QUESTION SURVIVED IT'S ENCOUNTER ONLY DUE TO THE BRAVERY OFF ALL REMAINING ABOARD. HAD THE FINAL "INSTANCE" NOT BEEN ADEQUATELY DEFLECTED AND THE VESSEL NOT RENDERED POWERLESS, DESTRUCTION WOULD HAVE BEEN SURE.

ALL PARTIES CONFIRM "ON THE SURFACE" THAT THE VESSEL WAS DESTROYED. IN POINT OF FACT, 30% OF THE VESSEL'S SUPERSTRUCTURE AS WELL AS SUBSEQUENT INTERIOR SECTIONS NEEDS TO BE GUTTED. THE TOXIC GASSES, MUNITIONS, AND RESULTING POD DESTRUCTION ..AS WELL AS REMAINING POWER FROM SAID "INSTANCE" RIPPED THE ARMOR PLATING OFF PORT SIDE, AND EXPOSED MANY DECKS TO VACUUM.

ENGINEERING DECK WAS ONE. ACTUAL SURVIVOR COUNT (VESSEL TOTAL): 349

MASSIVE REFIT RECOMMENDED; PROJECT: REVIVAL TIMETABLE BELOW... LOCATION: X - SECURE

PLEASE SEE ATTACHED APPENDIX FOR A DETAILED SUMMARY.

>>

END REPORT.<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->




Kaine erased the report upons seeing it and stared across the circular table at Grand Admiral Zell, High Admiral Hyfe, and Moff Cronus.

"Gentlemen, that is how things stand. <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> She<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> will rise once more. We should plan our response carefully and in detail."


The men left to their respective duties.. all attending the highly promoted funeral for those brave men and women who died in the treacherous attack by the Rebels.


Not since the Imperial Address was a function attended and viewed from all parts of the Empire.

OOC: Chadd, IyE is over. Please attack Corellia in a new thread.